Kingston‘s prose is gorgeous. Gwenllian‘s life as an unconventional woman in medieval Wales is compelling stuff. I should be singing THE KING‘S MAN‘s praises.
Except I HATE Ranulf. If this were regular HF, I could appreciate him as a loathsome character who might develop into someone better. It‘s romance, though, and I can‘t stomach more than 94 pages of Ranulf-as-love-interest. I‘m SO over his brand of alpha male bullshit.